Certainties certainly

We are in many ways
Still very much blanket people.
We stare, we nudge and we seek comfort,
Always comfort.
Not in an easy sense,
Like a big chair or the simple money.
More in the reassurance sense of the familiar,
Always familiar.
We never venture far from our needs.
Being still, we find porosity in the physical.
Yes easily hurt, we clung to life so tightly,
Always tightly.
And we have grown slowly
Throughout these using times, to this testing time.
And ahead of us eternity is calling,
Always calling.
I will contend the meaning of life, to my very last,
Even as my final cell forms.
That the true treasure of existence is pure love,
Always love.

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Certainties certainly